
We walked up and down every aisle of the store, hunting down end caps displaying their selection of gift cards. Since the giving of cards instead of gifts has gained popularity, these displays are just about everywhere in the store. And, of course, each display exhibited an empty hook where our desired gift cards should have been hanging. We moved from aisle to aisle, display to display — all with the same result.
Finally, my wife approached a young man who was taking books out of a shopping cart and placing them on a shelf. Obviously, he was an employee. She asked him if he knew where the elusive gift card could be found. He replied hesitantly, pointing in several directions and gesturing with his head in several more. Mrs. P thanked him and she walked back towards me, shrugging her shoulders.
A little further down the same aisle, Mrs. P asked another employee the same question. She even gave a more detailed description of the card in question. The fellow said, "I'll ask Mike. He knows everything about everything in this store."
"I think I already asked him," my wife interrupted "Is he putting out books right over there?" She pointed to our previous location.
"Uh, yeah," he concurred, "He's wearing a red shirt and khaki pants, right?"
My wife stared expressionless for a moment. "You're all wearing red shirts and khaki pants."
"Oh," he chuckled, and with a half-cocked grin, "I guess we are."
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